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 146. Vespers Wednesday  CSli Deus sanctissime.  O LORD, who, thron'd in the holy height,  Through plains of ether didst diffuse  The dazzling beams of light,  In soft transparent hues;  Who didst, on the fourth day, in heaven  Light the fierce cresset of the sun,  And the meek moon at even,  And stars that wildly run;  That they might mark and arbitrate  'Twixt alternating night and day,  And tend the train sedate  Of months upon their way;  Clear, Lord, the brooding night within,  And clean these hearts for Thy abode,  Unlock the spell of sin,  Crumble its giant load.  Grant it, O Father, Only Son,  And Holy Spirit, God of grace,  To whom all praise be done  In every time and place.